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I want Finn vs Kevin. Give me Finn vs Kevin for the title. I'm willing to wait
following a finn segment with damian.. i see what yall are doing i see you ik what yall are doing
Listen, Nick Aldis & Finn Balor should have jumped Gunther 😂😈
Where the heart went back home.
Pair: Becky Lynch X finn Balor
Plot: After months of quiet tension and one explosive night, Becky Lynch’s marriage finally shatters. With Seth injured, Roux caught in the middle, and divorce papers signed, Becky begins packing up the life she thought she’d keep forever. But buried in an old drawer, she finds pieces of her past — photos, ticket stubs, and memories of the boy she loved first: Finn Balor. When Roux blurts out the truth at Waffle House and runs straight into Finn’s arms, Becky is forced to face everything she left behind. And when Finn insists they stay with him for the night, Becky realizes something she hasn’t felt in years: Her heart might have already found its way back home.
Okay so… here we go. This honestly punched me in the feelings while I was writing it. I’ve been listening to “Second Chances” by Gregory Alan Isakov because it just fits the whole vibe of Becky going back to the place her heart belonged first.
Also sorry I haven’t been super active — life has been a lot, my knees are still being dramatic, and I’ve been juggling pain, doctor calls, and trying not to fall apart like a folding chair. But this story kinda poured out of me and I hope you love it as much as I do.
“Where the Heart Went Back Home” is all about second chances, old love, and Becky finally realizing that sometimes the person you loved first is the person you were meant to find again.🥺❤️
Summerslam Night 2 August 2nd 2026
Seth’s shoulder was still messed up, so he was stuck at home — sling on, pacing the living room, frustrated at everything and nothing. Becky sat beside him on the couch, Roux curled between them with her stuffed dinosaur, watching SummerSlam on the TV.
Finn’s match came on.
The number one contender’s match for the Universal Title.
And Becky watched every second with her heart in her throat.
Roux did too — she loved Finn. He always talked to her backstage, always crouched down to her level, always called her “Little Champ.”
When Finn lost…
Becky’s face fell.
Roux’s little shoulders slumped.
Seth’s jaw tightened.
Finn looked crushed on the screen — bruised, disappointed, trying to hide it.
Becky didn’t even think.
She grabbed her phone and typed fast.
Becky:
Hey… are you okay?
Seth saw it.
His whole body went stiff.
“You’re texting him?” he snapped.
Becky blinked, confused. “Seth, he just lost the biggest match of his year. I’m checking on him.”
Roux looked up at her dad, already sensing the tension. “Daddy… don’t yell.”
Seth didn’t listen. His voice rose. “You’re sitting here with your family and the first thing you do is text Finn?”
Becky’s jaw tightened. “He’s my friend.”
Seth scoffed. “Right. Your friend. The one you dated in Ireland.”
Roux’s eyes filled with tears. “Mommy… Daddy… stop…”
Becky immediately pulled her daughter close, rubbing her back. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s just upset.”
But Seth wasn’t calming down. He pointed at Becky’s phone. “You always check on him. Always. Even now.”
Becky’s voice dropped, tired and sharp. “Because he’s hurting. And because he’s been in my life longer than almost anyone.”
Seth’s face twisted — jealousy, insecurity, anger all tangled together. “Yeah. I know exactly how long he’s been in your life.”
Roux whimpered and buried her face in Becky’s chest.
Becky glared at Seth. “Look what you’re doing. She loves Finn. She’s upset because you’re yelling.”
Seth ran a hand through his hair, pacing again. “I’m injured, Becky. I’m stuck here. And you’re worried about him.”
Becky swallowed hard.
Because Seth wasn’t wrong.
She was worried about Finn.
She always had been.
And that was the problem.
She looked down at her phone — Finn had already replied.
Finn:
I’m okay. Just disappointed. Tell Roux I said hi.
Becky’s chest tightened.
Seth saw the soft look on her face and turned away, defeated.
And that’s the moment Becky realized something she’d been avoiding for years:
Her heart had never fully left Ireland.
And it had never fully left Finn.
Roux went to school the next morning, backpack bouncing, hair in a messy little ponytail Becky fixed in the kitchen. She kissed her daughter’s cheek, watched her climb onto the bus, and tried to breathe through the tension still lingering from the night before.
Seth had barely spoken to her since the argument.
The house felt heavy.
Becky was cleaning up breakfast dishes when she heard the front door open. Seth walked in, sling still on, therapy bag over his shoulder… and a stack of papers in his hand.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He just set them on the counter.
Becky froze. “Seth… what is that?”
He didn’t look at her. “Divorce papers.”
Her stomach dropped. “Seth—”
“I already signed my part,” he said quietly. “I’ll file them once you sign yours.”
Becky’s throat tightened. “You’re doing this now? After last night? After everything?”
Seth finally looked at her — tired, defeated, angry in that hollow way that comes from months of fighting. “We’ve been doing this for a long time, Becky. Last night just made it obvious.”
She stepped closer, voice cracking. “Seth, think about Roux.”
That hit him. Hard.
He swallowed. “I am thinking about Roux. She deserves a home without yelling. Without tension. Without us pretending we’re okay.”
Becky shook her head, tears burning. “She loves you. She needs you.”
“She’ll still have me,” Seth said softly. “Just… not like this.”
Becky pressed her palms against the counter, trying to steady herself. “You’re really giving up.”
Seth’s voice broke. “I’m not giving up. I’m letting go before we hurt each other more.”
Becky stared at the papers — the clean white edges, the sharp black text, the signature already scrawled in Seth’s handwriting.
Her chest twisted.
Because she knew he wasn’t wrong.
Because she knew they’d been drifting for months.
Because she knew last night wasn’t the cause — it was the symptom.
And because deep down, she knew exactly why Seth snapped when she texted Finn.
He saw something she hadn’t admitted yet.
Something she hadn’t wanted to face.
Something she hadn’t let herself feel since Ireland.
Seth stepped back, voice quiet. “I’ll give you time. But… it’s happening.”
Becky didn’t answer.
She just stared at the papers, heart pounding, mind spiraling — and somewhere beneath all the pain and confusion, one name kept rising to the surface.
Finn.
The house was too quiet.
Roux was at school.
Seth was gone.
And Becky stood in the bedroom surrounded by half‑filled boxes, divorce papers sitting like a ghost on the dresser.
She wiped her face, grabbed another box, and started packing.
Clothes.
Old merch.
Photos.
Things she hadn’t touched in years.
Then she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser — the one she never used anymore — and froze.
Inside were pieces of a life she’d lived long before Seth.
Long before WWE.
Long before everything got complicated.
A faded Polaroid of her and Finn at the gym in Bray.
A ticket stub from the train to Dublin.
A wristband from their first indie show together.
And tucked underneath it all…
A folded piece of notebook paper with Finn’s handwriting on it.
Her breath caught.
She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the Polaroid. Finn was smiling, arm around her shoulders, both of them sweaty and young and stupidly hopeful.
And suddenly she was back there.
Flashback - The Train kiss
It was raining that night — the soft Irish kind that clung to your clothes and made the streetlights glow. Becky stood at the train station with her backpack slung over one shoulder, waiting for the last train home after training.
Finn jogged up the steps, hoodie soaked, hair dripping.
“Becks! Thought I missed you.”
She laughed. “Barely.”
They talked for a minute — about training, about her progress, about how proud he was of her. Finn always said things like that. Always made her feel like she could do anything.
The train pulled in, brakes screeching.
Becky stepped forward, but Finn caught her wrist gently.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Before you go…”
She turned.
And he kissed her.
Not rushed.
Not messy.
Not dramatic.
Just soft.
Warm.
Careful.
Like he’d been waiting for the right moment.
Becky felt her heart flip in her chest.
Finn pulled back just enough to look at her, rain dripping down his cheek.
“I really like you,” he whispered.
She smiled — the kind she hadn’t smiled in years. “I really like you too.”
The train doors opened.
Finn squeezed her hand.
“Text me when you get home.”
She nodded, stepped onto the train, and watched him through the window — hoodie soaked, hands in his pockets, smiling like she’d just changed his whole world.
And maybe she had.
Present day
Becky blinked, the memory fading as she stared at the Polaroid in her hand. Her chest tightened — not with guilt, but with something she hadn’t let herself feel in a long time.
She whispered into the empty room, “Finn…”
Because Seth was right about one thing:
She never really stopped loving him.
She just buried it.
And now everything was coming back.
Becky finished packing the last box just as the afternoon sun started slipping through the blinds. The bedroom looked wrong — half empty, half familiar, half broken. She wiped her eyes, closed the box, and carried it to the hallway.
She kept glancing at the divorce papers on the dresser.
Signed.
Final.
Real.
Her chest tightened every time she looked at them.
When Roux got home from school, Becky was sitting on the couch, hands folded, trying to steady her breathing. Roux ran in with her usual energy, backpack bouncing, curls messy from recess.
“Mommy!” she chirped, climbing onto the couch beside her.
Becky hugged her tight, maybe tighter than usual. “Hey, baby. How was school?”
Roux shrugged. “Good. We drew pictures. I made one for Daddy.”
Becky’s heart twisted.
She swallowed hard. “Roux… sweetheart… Mommy needs to talk to you about something.”
Roux looked up, big brown eyes blinking. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, baby. Never.” Becky brushed her hair back gently. “It’s about Mommy and Daddy.”
Roux’s face fell a little. “Are you still mad?”
Becky shook her head. “No, honey. Mommy and Daddy… we’ve been having a hard time. We’ve been arguing a lot. And that’s not good for you.”
Roux’s lip trembled. “I don’t like when you yell.”
Becky pulled her close again. “I know. And Daddy knows too. That’s why… we made a big decision.”
She reached for the papers on the coffee table — not shoving them in Roux’s face, just holding them so she could see they were important.
“Mommy signed these today. They’re called divorce papers.”
Roux frowned. “What does that mean?”
Becky took a slow breath. “It means Mommy and Daddy won’t live together anymore.”
Roux’s eyes filled instantly. “But… but Daddy loves us.”
“He does,” Becky whispered, voice cracking. “He loves you so much. And he’ll still see you, and play with you, and tuck you in when it’s his night. Nothing will ever change that.”
Roux sniffled. “Will he still make pancakes?”
Becky smiled sadly. “Yes, baby. He’ll still make pancakes.”
Roux leaned into her, small and fragile. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Becky kissed her forehead. “I’m not leaving you. Ever. Mommy will always be with you. Daddy will always be with you. We’re just… not going to be together in the same house anymore.”
Roux wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Is it because Daddy yelled?”
Becky swallowed hard. “It’s because Mommy and Daddy haven’t been happy for a long time. And we want you to grow up in a home full of love, not fighting.”
Roux nodded slowly, still sad, still confused, but trusting her mom.
Becky held her close, rocking her gently. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”
And as Roux curled into her side, Becky felt the weight of everything — the boxes, the papers, the memories, the heartbreak — and somewhere deep in her chest, the quiet echo of a name she hadn’t said aloud in years.
Finn.
Roux hugged Seth goodbye at the door, tiny arms wrapped around his waist, face buried in his shirt.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
Seth’s voice cracked. “I love you too, Little Champ.”
Becky stood a few feet back. No yelling. No fighting. Just a small wave — the kind that says I don’t have the words anymore.
Seth nodded at her, eyes tired, and Becky gently guided Roux to the car.
“Mommy… can we get waffles?” Roux sniffled.
Becky brushed her daughter’s cheek. “Yeah, baby. We can get waffles.”
They drove to Waffle House, the kind of place that always felt warm even when everything else felt cold. Roux sat quietly, stirring her chocolate milk with her straw, eyes still puffy from crying.
Becky reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay to be sad.”
Roux nodded. “I miss Daddy.”
“I know,” Becky whispered. “I do too.”
Roux looked around the restaurant, trying to distract herself. Becky followed her gaze—
And froze.
Because sitting in a booth near the window, hoodie on, hair messy, bruises still faint from SummerSlam…
Was Finn Balor.
Roux gasped. “Mommy! It’s Finn!”
Before Becky could say anything, Roux slid out of the booth and ran across the restaurant, little sneakers squeaking on the tile.
“Finn!”
Finn looked up just in time for Roux to throw her arms around him. He laughed softly, hugging her back, lifting her just a little off the ground.
“Hey, Little Champ,” he murmured, voice warm.
Becky stood slowly, heart pounding, unsure if she was ready for this moment but knowing she couldn’t avoid it.
Finn set Roux down gently and looked up.
His eyes met Becky’s.
Soft.
Warm.
Surprised.
And something else she hadn’t seen in years.
He smiled — small, familiar, devastating.
“Well hey, Becky.”
Finn hugged Roux tight, lifting her just a little before setting her back down. Becky finally reached the booth, heart pounding, unsure what to say after years of distance and one very long day.
Finn gave her that soft, familiar smile. “You two eating alone?”
Becky nodded. “Just grabbing some comfort food.”
Finn glanced at Roux’s puffy eyes, then at Becky’s tired face. His expression softened. “Sit with me. If you want.”
Becky hesitated — not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t know if she could handle seeing him this close, this gentle, this familiar.
But Roux didn’t hesitate at all.
She slid right into the booth beside Finn.
Becky sighed and sat across from them.
Finn nudged Roux’s shoulder. “You okay, Little Champ?”
Roux sniffled. “Daddy left.”
Finn blinked. “Left?”
Roux nodded, curls bouncing. “Mommy signed papers. Divorce papers.”
Becky froze.
Finn’s eyes snapped to hers — not judgmental, not shocked, just… concerned. Deeply. Instantly.
“Becks…” he said softly.
She looked down at her hands. “It’s been coming for a long time.”
Roux leaned into Finn’s side, small and sad. “I don’t want Mommy to be alone.”
Finn wrapped an arm around her gently, protective in a way that made Becky’s chest ache. “She’s not alone,” he murmured.
Becky swallowed hard. “Finn—”
He shook his head, voice low, steady, warm. “You’re not going home tonight.”
Becky blinked. “Finn—”
“No,” he said, firmer this time. “You and Roux are staying with me.”
Roux’s face lit up instantly. “Really?”
Finn smiled at her. “Really.”
Then he looked at Becky — really looked at her — with that same soft, devastating warmth she remembered from Ireland.
Becky exhaled, a shaky breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
“Tonight,” she said quietly, eyes locked with his, “just got a whole lot more interesting.”
To be Continued
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